We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

"Hmm." Narancia had just experienced an ideological conflict and was very weak mentally. He unconsciously wanted to find someone to rely on, but was rejected by Krieg. He didn't know what to do for a while.

Bucciarati noticed his confusion and placed a hand on Narancia's head. "It's okay. We still have Aerosmith. Narancia, you've made your decision. Courage is your most important quality. Be confident. We will win."

"Okay," Narancia nodded, but as if that wasn't enough, he emphasized it again, "I will, Bucciarati." He glanced at the unconscious Trish, and thinking of the father who had abandoned him, his heart became firmer.

"I have a question," Apaki crossed his arms. "How do we create distance? According to you, the boss can move freely for ten seconds while we're unconscious. That's enough time for anyone to run over a hundred meters. As long as the boss activates his ability, the distance between us disappears."

"Also, although [Aerosmith] is indeed an expert at long-range attacks, how can we guarantee Narancia's safety? The boss has our information and knows each of our abilities. If he decides to attack Narancia first, what else can we do to deal with him?"

Except for Jiaqiu, everyone else knew that Apache was talking about [Purple Smoke]. Fugo's ability was a secret among secrets, and the boss certainly didn't know it.

Besides, even if the boss didn't know, what could he do? When faced with the ability to predict the future, what secrets could he hide?

"Unfortunately, no!" Bucciarati's decisive answer stunned everyone. "We have no way to stop the boss's attacks. This means we have to destroy him as quickly as possible, or at least disable him!"

Krieg turned to look at Jiaqiu. Although Jiaqiu looked unwilling, he still shook his head. White Album's Stand energy was almost exhausted, and he himself was in poor condition. Asking him to protect Narancia was just a matter of one or two punches from the boss.

"But how do we make the boss lose his ability to move?" Apaki became excited. "The boss's ability sounds too extreme. We have no way to deal with it! My [Moody Blues] can only be used as a stand-in to gather intelligence!"

"My Beach Boy can," Krieg suddenly said, drawing everyone's attention to him. "As long as the boss doesn't break through the wall, my Beach Boy will always find an opportunity. As long as the hook is deep enough, the boss won't resort to self-harm to pull it out. No, even if the boss really tried to pull it out, he'd be seriously injured."

Fishhook?

"You are the man Bucciarati mentioned! The one who attacked us on the train!" Narancia realized who the man in front of him was. His actions were always faster than his brain, and [Aerosmith] had already taken off from behind him.

"Narancia, stop messing around. We're in this together!" Bucciarati stopped Narancia and turned to look at Krieg again, paying attention to the slightest expression on his face. "We're both traitors, so do you have confidence?"

"I'm confident. The Beach Boy's attack power lies entirely in the hook, and the boss's Crimson King can catch it. As long as it can penetrate the boss's body a little bit, the boss will have to use one hand to prevent the hook from going deeper," Krieg replied easily. "There's just one problem."

"My question is, how do we get the hook in? Don't forget the boss's predictive abilities. He'll only let the hook in if he's completely overwhelmed. But getting in and going deep are two different things. If it's only a little bit in, the boss can easily dig it out." Krieger took a deep breath to prepare himself for the conversation. "So the real question is, who's going to make the boss overwhelmed?"

"[Aerosmith]"

"No, Narancia, you can't do it alone," Bucciarati interrupted him. "I'll do it. I'll face the boss head-on. With Aerosmith, can you do it?"

"Bucciarati, what are you talking about?" Apaccio slapped Bucciarati on the back, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. "Look at your body! You're going to die!"

"Apache, what about you?"

"What?" Apache was stunned, but Krieg continued to look at him, his lips curled up. "I have an idea, and I need your help."

Chapter 38 What is the strongest control (3/5)

"I don't know what you're expecting, so I'll tell you anyway," Apaki's tone was clear with distrust. "My [Melancholy Blues] doesn't have any offensive capabilities. It can record a character's past like a VCR and replay it. While it's playing, the Stand can't defend or attack, and can't be controlled freely. Control can only be restored after the playback is over."

"Since it's a replay, your [Melancholy Blues] will last a long time, right?"

"As long as it's in playback, it can last a long time. However, I still won't let you see my double. I don't trust you!"

Krieg shrugged, his face full of innocence. "I just have one question. When your double recreates the scene, can it recreate a single person?"

",Okay, you, what do you mean?"

"It's a plan, it's a plan." Krieg knew what to do! As long as this plan succeeded, Diablo would lose at least half his life!

"Jiaqiu, make some ice. Use it to determine if the boss has activated the time slash. Most importantly, use the melting ice to determine how many seconds have been shaved off. Let's execute the plan! Give the boss a surprise!"

"I will," Jiaqiu said, surprisingly easy to talk to this time. "But Meloni died in your hands, right? We will solve this matter after the boss dies."

"I'll continue," Bucciarati replied.

Ding-ding-dong-dong, the sound of things being smashed and irregular objects rolling, it was as noisy as a morning vegetable market.

What are you doing inside?

Diablo stopped at the door of the church. The door was not closed tightly, and there was still a big gap. Various unusual sounds came from inside. If he listened carefully, he could also hear the flying sound of [Aerosmith], which made Diablo full of doubts.

Didn't they run away? Are they still trying to fight me?

Diablo felt as if he had overestimated Bucciarati and the others' abilities. They couldn't see the situation clearly, traitors. Could it be that they were worried about being hunted down by Stand Users from other organizations, so they chose to stay here and wait for me?

Because of the structure, the environment inside the door wasn't as bright as outside. From Diablo's perspective, the church's interior resembled the dark maw of a monster. Were they planning to attack me the moment I pushed the door open? But Aerosmith's voice was so obvious, who would be fooled?

Diablo became more and more confused. He didn't dare to look through the crack in the door. He was afraid that if [Aerosmith] shot him directly, it would be the end of him, but he had the [Inscription].

Just a prediction.

During his time with the Crimson King, he saw Aerosmith start shooting at him as soon as he entered the door, while Bucciarati was crouching behind the door, ready to deliver the fatal blow by unzipping him. There was also a Beach Boys fishhook on the door handle, which would pierce his right hand when he opened the door.

Only this?

Diablo found it ridiculous. He dared to betray him with such limited abilities. He was truly overestimating himself. Two dogs on a leash, unable to bark, a small-time thug who had unexpectedly become a cadre, and a few weak companions. He had thought Bucciarati was doing a good job protecting him, but had they betrayed him together?

Garbage is garbage.

Now that he knew the order of their attacks, there was nothing to fear. Diablo walked to the door and gently pushed it open with his foot, while launching [Inscription] again.

This time, it was still a sweeping attack, but a split-second slash would have been enough to dodge it. The hook had become a thorn, so I just lowered my head to avoid it. The fishing line was solid, so I couldn't dodge it with a split-second slash. Then came Bucciarati's attack. Was the wound on his back that serious? He actually fell down?!

Bucciarati, are you here to make fun of me?

Diablo was very happy. He had been on the throne for a long time, and it was a rare experience to have a group of clowns performing for him.

So he opened the door.

"【Aerosmith】!" Narancia was the first to launch an attack. At the same time, after hesitating for a moment, the fishhook realized something was wrong and stabbed straight towards him.

"【Crimson King】", and then the world began to turn into two unrelated rivers. Diablo lowered his head leisurely, and was only one centimeter away from the attack direction of the fishhook. The danger was eliminated, and then the time cut was activated. The time of the whole world jumped by 1 second, and the attack of 【Aerosmith】 also missed.

Bucciarati rushed towards him angrily, but Diavolo just looked at him and saw him fall to the ground just as the [Inscription] predicted.

"Bucciarati, I overestimated you," he raised his hands. Diablo only moved 2 meters to the side during the attack of Aerosmith, and stood at the position where Bucciarati was predicted to fall, and Bucciarati fell at his feet.

"My [Crimson King] is indeed invincible!" Diablo excitedly smashed his hand down. He couldn't wait to see the scene of Bucciarati's head being smashed by him.

But, but! The fallen Bucciarati actually flashed twice. Just as Diablo realized something was wrong, a zipper opened on the floor behind him, and another Bucciarati emerged. Before his time-slashing technique could cool down, his body was facing the Bucciarati who had come up from behind!

There was no time to turn around! Diablo realized with horror that he could only use [Crimson King] to forcibly block the attack. The price he paid was that three fingers of his left hand were touched by [Steel Chain Fingers], and the zipper was directly pulled to the lowest point!

After a successful attack, Bucciarati immediately retracted into the floor. Diablo glanced at the first Bucciarati and saw that it had melted. What was that Bucciarati on the ground? It was Leo Abbacchio's "Melancholic Blues", and it had turned into the appearance of Bucciarati!

It turns out that the sound inside was to cover up the "Melancholic Blues". Because of the noise, I couldn't notice that something was wrong with Bucciarati!

They actually used my prediction to make me think it was Bucciarati!

Diablo was furious. He thought the traitors, who had thought they were stray cats, had transformed into lions and injured him. It was obvious that the traitors would never allow him to have his fingers reattached. He would forever be a disabled emperor!

"How dare you!" Diavolo swung his fist towards the place where Bucciarati disappeared, and the floor was smashed to pieces. The astonishing destructive power made everyone present feel a chill in their teeth. If this punch hit a person, tearing him apart would be no more difficult than tearing a piece of toilet paper.

Bucciarati unzipped his pants on the ground and returned to his teammates. He held three of Diablo's fingers in his hand and threw them in front of Diablo's wide-open eyes. Aerosmith smashed the severed fingers into pieces!

Chapter 39: Ice Wall Hates Void Jumps

Damn!

No matter how unwilling Diablo felt, he had to dodge the next attack because [Aerosmith] was about to fly to his face!

He was made of flesh and blood and could not withstand the ammunition of Aerosmith. While he was dodging sideways, Bucciarati knocked a piece of zipper on the ground, and it was unclear what he was doing.

Without the gunman Mista, is there still Narancia?

The boss was secretly resentful, but fortunately the space inside the church was not very large, and the distance between him and Narancia was only about a hundred meters. He just needed to run a short distance and then get closer in time.

The danger level of the others is not that high. I have plenty of time to deal with you slowly, because time is on my side!

Diablo dodged and pounced on the next pillar, the fishhook following him like a shadow, but it kept circling outside the range of his Stand and did not launch an attack. It seemed that Bessie knew that he could not match the strength of the [Crimson King], so he saved the fishhook for a fatal blow.

Will I give you this opportunity?

Diablo was so angry that he almost laughed. Now he was missing three fingers on his left hand, his right hand was poisoned, and he was hit by several stray bullets. Since he became the king of the gang, he had never been so embarrassed!

You are asking for death!

"The [Crimson King]!" The distance between him and Narancia is already very close. I want him to die first, and then I can kill the others one by one for fun!

Time began to leap forward again. Amidst a flurry of panic, Diablo approached them. Wasn't that Bessie next to Narancia? The two of them were huddled back to back against the side of the stone pillar. Were they trying to prevent my presence? Stupid! It seems I'm destined to kill them both at once!

Traitors! Diablo raised his hand knife high. Once the time slash ended, he only needed to strike down and maintain his honor. However, even at this critical moment, Narancia still had a dull expression. Diablo felt something was wrong, but when he remembered that Narancia was a notorious mentally retarded child in the Bucciarati team, the kind who couldn't even add ten-digit numbers, he felt that this expression was normal.

He's clearly an idiot, but his Stand is surprisingly effective! Diablo just needs to wait for time to return to normal. He's already looking at Bessie next to Narancia, thinking about using that hand to kill him!

Hey, while watching, Diablo noticed something was wrong. Why was Bessie's fishing line straight? Wasn't his hook chasing me from behind? Why was it straight?

The [inscription] showed that everything was normal. Diablo was just suspicious for a moment, thinking that maybe there was something special about the [Beach Boys]. The most important thing now was to kill Narancia.

Time returned to normal, and Diablo swung his knife without thinking, but it felt like he had hit a piece of hard stone. After the blow, Narancia was still looking at the church door!

Wasn't I right in front of him? What's going on?!

Unless, this is [Melancholy Blues] again! Diablo thought of the only possibility, this Naranja is also the reappearance of [Melancholy Blues], then what about the Bessie beside him?!

Just as Diablo's pupils dilated, the stone pillar beside him silently cracked, and Krieg leaped from it, his fishing line already wrapped around Diablo's neck, strangling him tightly. "Damn it! Bucciarati didn't run here to rejoin his companions. They must have switched positions while I was dodging Aerosmith. This is a trap!"

[Crimson King] immediately grabbed the fishing line, but the feeling of suffocation had already appeared. Diablo's survival instinct made him open his mouth and breathe desperately. The Crimson King swung his arms backwards, but the ground under his feet suddenly opened up, and Bucciarati hugged his calves from below. Diablo was not aware for a moment, and Krieg had already locked his body.

The blood-twisting technique from Judo acted on Diablo's body. The dizziness caused by lack of blood came even faster due to the combination of Krieg's extraordinary strength and the tightening fishing line. The [Steel Chain Fingers] were also hammering his body, preventing the Crimson King from freeing his hands!

Veins bulged on Diablo's face, and the capillaries in his eyeballs burst from the exertion, staining his vision bright red. Damn it! If he could regain his balance, the Crimson King would tear him apart. I'm still the emperor. Diablo must use his last bit of strength. He'll definitely make it!

Diablo refused to let go, but his mouth opened wide enough for something cold to be stuffed into his mouth!

"Boss," Krieg's voice sounded almost hoarse, but it was filled with excitement and pleasure. He'd used his life as bait; if Diablo saw through him, he'd be dead. But he'd won the gamble; it was a winner-takes-all game. "I told you, I'm going to make that ugly face of yours look better! I'm here to fulfill my promise!"

An icy feeling spread in his mouth. That was the effect of the magic scroll: Ice Wall. Krieg stuffed the so-called Mage Killer, who was feared by everyone, into his mouth. The scroll's brilliant light shone from the side of his face. Now was the moment to perform.

A brilliant light blue spread throughout Diablo's body. In the soul-chilling temperature, Krieg retreated hastily, and Bucciarati zipped up his pants and dived back underground.

You traitors!

[Crimson King], shave off my time! Shave off my time! Shave off my fucking time!

At the edge of the frozen zone that covered half of the church, Krieg and Bucciarati stood in the front, while the others who were not good at close combat stood behind them and were firmly protected.

Diablo was on the other side of the frozen zone. He'd finally activated Time Slash, luckily escaping death, but now he looked like a ghost. The ultra-low temperature instantly robbed him of his body heat, and his face from the nose down had vanished, along with all the skin on the front, turning to shattered porcelain. He probably wouldn't have cared about the missing fingers, because his entire left hand, all the way to his bicep, was gone, with only red ice chips dripping down.

It was mentioned in the forensic class that when a person is about to freeze to death, the abnormal feeling will make people feel that everything is hot, and they will take off all their clothes in the snow and ice. Krieg's mind was full of memories that he didn't want to do.

Diablo only made two mistakes. First, a mentally retarded child can't multiply two-digit numbers, but can still add. Then, there's Abbazia's "Melancholy Blues," and the scene recreated involves more than one Bucciarati. From the moment he hides behind the pillar, all that's left on the ground are dummies.

Intelligence is important, and a powerful stand is also important, but in the end it all depends on the person who uses it. Boss, I win this time.

Krieger bowed gracefully, like a late 19th-century aristocrat.

ps: Thanks to Alaya and Gaia for their panties. Well, they are not their panties, but the panties of Shuke Niang.

Why does it seem more and more wrong the more I talk about it?

Chapter 40 A short break (4/6)

By the way, now that the boss has become like this, can Tobio still come out?

Krieg narrowed his eyes. The cold wasn't widespread, but it was incredibly cold. Everything in the path of the ice wall was frozen to pieces. Even a rock couldn't get through; the cold would turn it to stone powder. [Aerosmith] Flying over from high altitudes would injure Naranja.

Seeing that the traitors seemed unable to get through, the boss did not say anything harsh like "I will be back". Instead, he simply turned around and ran, disappearing from sight in an instant.

He can take it or leave it, he is indeed a qualified boss!

At this point, Krieg had achieved his goal. Bucciarati had been injured, so he forgave him for his actions on the train. The boss had been weakened to the limit. It was a miracle that Diablo was still alive. Without the Crimson King, anyone from the fifth part would have died here. Krieg even suspected that a dead creature like Big would be frozen here.

Mage killer?

The power of the scroll was heart-pounding. Such a terrible low temperature was only limited to a small area. As long as they didn't cross the white line, they wouldn't feel cold at all standing on the edge of the ice wall.

It seems that I need to re-evaluate the mercury totem: human, maybe it can be a trump card for a comeback if used well. If I can't use it myself, I can give it to other creatures that are not human, such as vanilla and chocolate, such as 173 girl, such as AUG girl. By the way, is the angel considered a supernatural life? If it can be a human

This idea is very dangerous, Krieg's eyes became profound. According to the description, the name of the totem is clearly Mercury Totem, why does it need to be repaired with silver? These two are not the same thing?

Just as Krieger was lost in thought, Bucciarati broke the silence.

"Looks like we're safe. The boss won't ambush again if he doesn't want to die here." Bucciarati relaxed. "We won."

Everyone, including Krieg, breathed a sigh of relief. The Crimson King's oppressive power was too great, especially since it was so ugly. It was like the difference between Nie Xiaoqian and Freddy. You wouldn't be afraid of the former even if you knew she was a female ghost, but the latter, even in its physical form, would be even more disgusting!

"I was scared to death, I thought I would die here," Narancia patted his chest, "By the way, I've seen you look like that on TV! It was the noble etiquette, right?" The genius child pointed at Krieg.

Krieg raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, isn't it handsome?"

"You look very handsome on TV, but you look stupid in real life, especially since you look so weird," Narancia looked at Krieg innocently, making him want to hit him.

Fugo, where the hell have you been? Kill this naughty kid for me!

Back in his own world, wouldn't it be a Bessie face? Krieg felt uneasy. He remembered that his body had been eaten. What if it really was a Bessie face? No, no, no, no, this is too scary.

"It's okay. Look how smart and capable I am. Just learn from me!"

"hehe."

"Stop it, you two! We can't stop the boss if he wants to leave," Bucciarati interrupted. "Venice might be full of the boss's personal guards right now, so we should be careful. Now that we know what the boss looks like, let's just look for his history. He can't have never shown up. Let's find his transportation and medical records and then go to his hideout and finish him off!"